Make a break for the exit!

With both of his hands on your head, Mr. Johnson continues to guide his Johnson deeper into your hot, wet mouth. Absolute shock prevents you from resisting for several moments as you instead feel his length glide along your tongue towards your throat. You’ve never been this close to a dick before; the sensation on your tongue as every bump and vein slides past is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before

“That’s a good girl,” he groans as he continues to push.

‘No!’ you think in growing panic, ‘this is NOT good!’ Quickly you plant your hands, one on each of his thighs and try to push him back. This proves fruitless however as you feel his own pressure increase until the head of his dick hits the back of your mouth. Your panic only increases as you feel him press your head further, clearly intending to **** your throat as well as your mouth.

“Mr. Johnson!” you try to scream up at him with as much anger as you can manage with your mouth full of cock. Instead the words, already horribly garbled by you trying to talk around his shaft; opens your mouth wider and with a thankful grunt, he pushes into your throat.

“I guess we both know what kind of girl you are now,” he groans with his eyes closed as he begins to pull back slightly while you gag on his seemingly massive dick.

You take a quick shuddering gasp as his dick clears your throat again. He’s clearly stronger than you and talking isn’t really an option at the moment. What else do you have?! Think Emily, think!

You respond mostly on instinct as Mr. Johnson begins to push forward again. Quickly you bring your tongue up and try to physically block his dick from moving any deeper into your mouth again. Tears of frustration begin to glide down your cheeks as you feel your tongue slip easily off the tip of his dick which slides past. Again and again you try to use your tongue to push him back and away. Each time, the only result you get is another groan from your boss who’s dick seems to have begun pulsing steadily in your mouth.

“I knew you’d be good at this,” he practically gasps as he continues to slowly hump your mouth. “I saw those beautiful pouty lips of yours and I knew they were just made for sucking cock.”

At any moment, he’s going to go off in your mouth and then that really WILL be what your lips are made for! Blind panic guides your next move as you ball up one hand into a fist and bring it down as hard as you can on one of his feet.

“Ouch,” he says more out of surprise than actual pain as he takes a half step back. It’s more than enough as you take a welcome deep breath of fresh air and quickly stand again; already moving towards the office door.

“Uh… th--thanks a lot Mr. Johnson,” you begin, feeling the situation can’t possibly get more surreal than you thanking the man that almost unknowingly made you his ****. But you don’t really care either. You want to get out of there and get somewhere safe. And probably brush your teeth. “Yup, thanks, but I really want too—“

You’re so preoccupied with watching Mr. Johnson over your shoulder that you accidently walk right into the back of one of the oversized chairs in his office. With a less than dignified flip you find yourself face down in the seats cushion with your legs up over the back. “Fuck,” you mumble to yourself as you make a few awkward kicks with your feet; trying to find purchase with the floor.

“Well, well, well,” Mr. Johnson sighs as a hand is planted firmly against the small of your back, effectively pinning you in position with your ass in the air. “I never would have guessed you were so adventurous,” he says in a clearly pleased tone as you feel him step between your suspended legs…